Jason Mason hears the soundThe whistle blows in CongotownAnd the mail boat's in mail boat's in

It brings him things from oh so farOld magazines and Snickers BarsA simple man a simple landThe world's too big to understand

ChorusBe good and you will be lonesomeBe lonesome and you will be freeLive a lie and you will live to regret itThat's what living is to meThat's what living is to me

On a timeless beach in HispaniolaA young girl sips a diet colaShe's worlds apart worlds apartThe spirit of the black king stillReverberates through Haitian hillsHe rules the sea and all the fishWhat if he had a TV dish

ChorusNow in the far off regionsthe foreign legionKeeps the thieves and the predators at bayWhile closer to homesome bad boys still roamThe streets aren't safe so give itOne more day, one more day

The stories from my favorite booksStill take on many different looksAnd I'm gone again, home againThe time has come the walrus saidAnd little oysters hide their headMy twain of thought is loosely boundI guess it's time to mark this down